I never did get a trip report put together on my first trip to Hedo II / III. I didn't quite know what to say! So this time I'll start with a few comparisons with Hedo in May and the Spanks Giving week in November.
The First week of May, the Miss No Swimsuit contest was on. These were girls from other swinging clubs / resorts who were sent to Hedonism to promote their sponsors. Very open and very friendly, they mingled well with the other guests. I got to know several of them quite well, and even managed to smuggle myself on the special nude cruise set up for the group (thanks to Tom for letting me crash). The girls put on some steamy talent shows during the week, and saved us all from that loud music the resort normally inflicts on the guests.
I hate to admit it, but I was pretty shy single guy that first week, and never did get into any of the sex that was floating about. But I was having enough fun without it, that I really didn't care. On my last day, one of the long time repeaters gave me what must be the best compliment I have ever had in my life - "Me and my wife have been in the lifestyles for 25 years, and you are one of the few single guys we've met who fit in well with the lifestyle". Wow. I guess I made an impression.
The November trip also had a group, the Teasum Girls. They were cute and made for good eye candy, but did not mingle well with the other Hedo guests. I suspect most were there for the free trip, and not for Hedonism. Two incidents come to mind: A backhand comment about one of the older ladies "would I want to look like that when I get her age", (very strange: the women was beautiful by any standard, and these girls should hope they look so good as they age). And another pair I overheard complaining about the place, "I can't wait to get out of here". *Sigh*. I guess not all pricks are male.
There was no rain this trip, and the gardeners were putting out sprinklers to keep the grass from burning. The trees are coming back nicely, and there will be plenty of shade by spring. Even the beach is in good shape, but the evening frog serenade seemed quieter this time around. And, a bonus from the hurricane: The flood that went through the dinning room (they had 6 inches on the floor) has washed away most of the funky smell from around the bar. Changes have been made to the alcohol list. Sangsters Rum Cream has been replaced with another brand, and I suspect that is why mudslides were off: they just didn't taste right this trip. There seemed to be a shortage of bananas, but the imitation dirty banana drink was still good, so I didn't mind. The food on the other hand was better than in May. Nice selection, and fresh. This is the second trip where I've not made reservations at the "other" places - back on my to-do list for next time.
Now on with the Report.
The T-Day week was heavy in repeaters, my guess is the "average" age (think bell-curve) was in the low 50's, where the May crowd were more the low 40's. But people in November were wilder than in May, so who really cares?
It started with the usual long flight - 20 hours give or take. I counted six jets on the strip all unloading passengers at once when I got in, but I managed to beat most of the crowd so only spent 30 minutes in line. Not so hot this time of year, and the air conditioners were working. The Superclubs lounge is nice, just to the left as you leave customs. Handy place to stop if you want to wait for someone. The bus ride was good. A guy offered to get beers for everyone - I accepted and dug out the bottle opener I had tucked away in my bag. This is a little thing I learned last time, Red Stripe is not a twist top! A camping opener takes up no room, and won't bug airport security. I ended becoming friends with this generous man and his wife, and we were dinner companions with Truck for the next several evenings. The moral here is get to know people on the bus, you never know what will happen. It was getting dark by the time the bus rolled in, and the first thing I heard were the frogs. That's how I knew I was home. Strange how such a simple thing is so important at Hedo. Could these frogs sing a siren song that lure folks back to this place? Check in was so so - there was a fuss about my use of free night vouchers for part of my stay; a little patience wins the day.
Sunday, First full day. Still tired from the trip, I was somehow wide awake by 9:00 (6 am my time). Off to find that really good bacon and lots of coffee (with a shot of rum cream, yum!). Mostly, I was just lazy for the rest of the day, getting to know people, and looking for anyone in my "group" who might have made it (there were a lot of last minute cancellations). I did make an effort to mark my territory at H-block (no, not like that!). I put up my signature big yellow smiley face flag over a walkway.
Monday, found Trucker from the group (or, he found me). Burned to bright red naked guy in a white hat. Discovered him to be a character with lots of spirit and great stories to tell. Why can't I find more chaps like him in the Real World? He was a focal point for the trip, good at collecting people together, just look for Truck and you would find his new family all having fun. Almost makes me jealous the way he does that . . . Spent most of that day in the nude pool where I met up with a Ginger haired lady. I spent a lot of time with her (and her friends). Had some interesting encounters with them in the nude pool over the week - I'll leave the rest to your imagination. That evening saw a crowd in the hot tub (standing room only). And as every crowd needs a show, we got one. One of the regulars (an older, but big and Very well built gentleman) was towed by a young lady to a prime spot just in front of the towel box. Very public. She started by riding him and waving a cowboy hat in the air. They traded, and it was his turn to wave the hat. This sparked a lot of activity in the tub, no doubt! There was a cheer when they finished 20 minutes later, and thus was born a hot gossip topic. Next day met the hat girl and her husband in the pool; he does penis puppetry tricks, she just likes to be touched. And being a gentleman, I gave her a foot massage. One that went all the way up.
Tuesday, went out on the nude cruise. Tried the new water slide feet first, got my backside whacked. Youch! Much better going down the thing head first - then you glide right in. Panama party was not as hot as it was in May. Too few costumes (I don't call underwear a costume), too many people just standing around gawking, some on night passes. Can't believe I didn't even get a mention for what I was wearing; it won me a bottle when I used it at Hedo III.
Wednesday. Hmmm, don't think I remember Wednesday, must have been a heavy drinking day. I know I had too much coffee, but then I always do. (What the hell did I do Wednesday? Anybody?).
Thursday, Spankgiving. The parade to Sandals next door was a blast - 179 Hedonists with beads and Christmas style hats. Funny how red decorations can look devilish when worn against bare skin. Most of the Sandal folk scurried up onto the grass or fled into the sea to escape the reach of the beads (we were under orders to stay on the sand). Some showed spirit though, especially one girl who came to her balcony with top down and did a dance with her family watching from behind, a security guard doing his best to block the bead tossers (she was on the second floor). Ahh, the memories. Then a march back through the fence and into Hedo. I wonder about that high chain link fence, almost as if the other resorts are trying to keep us animals locked up in a cage. Toga night went well, more people than on Tuesday were all dressed up. It sounds corny, but a toga Conga line is a lot of fun. Another excuse to act like a kid again.
Friday, last day. The day you get the note under the door, the day some of your new friends start to leave. A big spread was put out for the evening supper, bigger than the Turkey Day feast. Lobster, clams, indoor barbeque? Good food, the dinning room was crowded, more people on night passes. The usual circus show down at the beach, bonfire, then quiet. Most people were in bed by midnight, I was up much later performing a "full body" foot massage - I think I sprained my tongue.
And then Saturday. Got up early to collect a wood carving I had commissioned (a Rasta Santa - very neat!). Wandered the beach 'till Delroy's opened. Found a pile of home made score cards on one of the chairs - looks like I missed something out on the rafts. Lots of goodbyes, email exchanges, you know the score. Then on the 1:00 bus back to the real world.
There is more, but I don't seem to remember all the details. If my brain behaves as last time, I'll just keep getting flashbacks for the next few months until the gaps are filled in. What I do know is I ate more, drank less, got more sun, forgot to go down the water slide (how did that happen?), met fantastic people and experienced the spray radius of a woman who can truly "squirt". What a week!